T̢H̢҉̴E̢͝ ̡S͝E҉̡C̡̢O̵N̡̕͠D̵͡ ̕͠T̀͢R͞IAL

[strangerpeople]

T͝HE͘ S̴̸E҉̶̀C͜Ơ̷̢N͏D̡͟ T҉̧R͘I͟A̧͟͠L̢

Heyyyyyyyyy, Strangers! How's Valentine's Day going? Unfortunately we have to start the trial soon if you want to get any dinner dates in before midnight!

I know some of you have a very special day near today, too! So let’s get a move on, shall we? You know the drill! Though you know… since we saw one of those clues, you can bring your pets in today.

[And so it is. Just like last week, the elevator shoots everyone down to the trial room. Lala's podium, now, is Xed out in red. And like last week, five of the podiums' dot matrix name plates suddenly flash with a red border.]

THE BRITTLE	THE CIRCUIT	THE ENEMY	THE NOODLES
				THE UNKNOWN

[And clashing with the borders whether red or not, on each Stranger’s podium is a little piece of candy: A gray heart, printed with a message in nearly black capitals. These candies are similar to the pills in that they taste like nothing at all rather than sand; while a pill is meant to serve as a full meal, one candy is about as filling as a single apple.

The messages are as follows.]

KING: BEST FRIEND	ARTHUR: LOOKING GOOD	OSOMATSU: ONE OF A KIND	ESTELLE: BRIGHT SPARK	MCBURN: NEVER MEANDER	JONATHAN: DOUBLE THE FUN
AMBROSINE: QUEEN OF MY HEART	CALEB: HOT	KARMA: YOU’RE A DOLL	VITA: TRUE BLUE BEAUTY	KURAMA: FOXY	ERIC: SEW NICE

I'd call what you had to look at "inhumane", but Lala Hagoromo wasn't human, was she?

Now, now, Hiyori. I’m not human, either.

Doesn't change how sad it is that she lost her chance to be happy... Oh, why don't you give them a good look at what you have there, Link?

[Link holds up the heart labeled "OUT OF / THIS WORLD". The hosts are visible behind the glass of their sterile observation room this time by the way.]

We made too many because we hoped all of you would finally join in on the fun by today... So, if you retire, culprit, you can eat this one!

[...Well, maybe the evidence will cause the Hosts to eat their words. BOOM. Burn........or...well, it doesn't matter. The clock is ticking.


The trial for the murder of Lala Hagoromo, The Chance, has begun.]

Comments

[katzenpfote]

I am not all that familiar with bullet wounds, as guns are new technology where I am from, but speaking from experience with crossbow bolts and arrows you can definitely be up and moving after being shot in the stomach.

Not well, and not without pain, and you're in danger if you don't have someone who can heal around or a potion, but it's possible.

[relieable]

Yeah, I'm not saying she moved far. She could have been slumped over, and a second person came up from behind. I'm just trying to figure out what arm they would've used. Like, their dominant arm.

[unwittingking]

Depending on whether or not it was from behind? Either right arm for facing her front, or left arm if they were behind her.

[He's just adding that, even if he feels sad about it.]

[poorlovefool]

Do we know if any of the suspects are lefties?

[relieable]

My dominant hand is my right.

...I can also say that if I was gonna slit someone's throat, I'd just use my own blade.

[poorlovefool]

That's... ouch... but makes sense. No one would be able to tell what kind of blade it was.

[still, here's the pen and paper.]

Just write 'the swift brown fox jumped over the lazy dog' or something like that.

[relieable]

[you get it! Osomatsu takes the pen and paper and writes out the sentence. his handwriting is kind of shaky, but it is legible and he is writing with his right hand]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Writing that and it becomes obvious that he's dominant with his right hand. ]

[carryabigstick]

[Estelle sweats.

Why does it feel like she's back home in one of Schera's classes with all this pressure?

She writes it down with her right hand.]

The swift brown fox did-- what? Who came up with that?

[poorlovefool]

It's a sentence that uses all the letters of the english alphabet. They use it for font testing, it was just the first thing I thought of.

[carryabigstick]

Ohhhhh. Huh! I didn't even realize that.

[That's actually kinda cool.]

[unwittingking]

I have no idea...

{King looks down and thinks for a second, before looking back to Eric.]

I still have that pen and paper. Should we do a check?

[Someone's...going to have to get them out of his pocket, though.]

[poorlovefool]

Eh, sure... [somehow he is the check master? whatever. he will stare at King until he makes certain that he's not actually going to let go of Kyubey for this, then sigh and get it himself. he has to do everything around here!!]

One sec.

[unwittingking]

Sorry. Just not risking this thing getting away.

[Gesturing to Kyubey with his head.]

Right pocket for both of them.

[poorlovefool]

What are you even gonna do with it when we're done here...?

[he fishes them out of the pocket]

[unwittingking]

If everyone's alright with it? We're probably not going to see this one again.

[And yes, he is purposely not giving details, because he has plans that he doesn't think everyone wants to hear.]

[poorlovefool]

Yeah, let's not jump the gun on that one.

[he is still pretty pissed off about the discourse surrounding Kyubey t b h]

[unwittingking]

Alright. But I'm still not letting my eyes off of this thing.

[He's willing to give (some form of) mercy, though not too much.]

[otherworldlyking]

Right-handed.

[ Because that's how he wields his blade, so ]

[poorlovefool]

Got it. [pushing the pen and paper at him] Like I said to Oso, alright?